Trinity's POV
I wake up to an enormous amount of pain. I want to squirm in anguish, but it would hurt too much. I still can't hear anything, and my ears are ringing. I see my mother moving her mouth and my father whispering to her. They must be talking about what just happened. I'm still not quite sure if that was even real or not. So, basically, I just had a major brain surgery and I found out I'm some sort of three-spirited angel? That can't be right. Suddenly, a nurse walks in and begins to stab me with a bunch of needles. I can hear again, and I'm very pale. My five sisters file into my room. Are they just like me? If so, why didn't they tell me? My confusion turns into anger. I have been on this Earth for almost 12 years, and no one has told me what I am? Is this some sort of joke? This is outrageous. What kind of scheme were my parents trying to pull? My anger turns into helplessness. What can I do now? I have some sort of crazy brain tumor and I can't do anything to defend myself anyway. Hayden, my oldest sister, is babbling some sort of odd story about a person she knew when she was in the 7th grade. I have no desire to listen to her rambling on about some childhood friend that she doesn't know anymore who backstabbed her. I have some angelic things to worry about. I still have no clue whatsoever how to get in and out of my body, and my sister is going on about childhood friends? I have no intention to sit here and listen to some crazy story like her's. Uh oh, here comes the nurse again. More pain means more dreams. Oh what fun that will be.
Mum's POV
Well, she figured it out. She knows what she is. I feel an extreme wave of guilt for not telling her. I always underestimated little Trinity. My 6th daughter, my youngest and my last. But it would be wrong to undestimate her any longer for what she's been through in life. The countless fights her sisters and I have had, the extreme feelings of adolesence, and of course, battling a brain tumor for so many years. Anyone who meets her has to give her some credit, but only she would know what it is like to go through just what she did. She's extremely strong and she could be so much, on Earth and in heaven. God knew she was tough enough to take on these challanges. She's ready, I'm proud, and she's mine. My little Trinity.
YOU ARE READING
Trinity
Teen FictionTrinity, a mindful tale that makes the ordinary person think about how much one has, and how much many people do not have. This fantasy dreamworld of a story leaves the average human being beam, as events churn and feelings change. People won't rema...
